Stupid fucking math class.
The only thing worse than someone treating me like I'm an idiot is me proving it to them. I don't speak math. I've tried and tried - no one in the class is interested in a study group, the tutors are no help because they're all into calculus and statistics and can't remember the basic shit we're working on, my professor is nice, but couldn't recommend anything other than a workbook from amazon I haven't ordered yet.
There's another damn test tonight on stuff I simply don't understand - I don't see any patterns. It looks like they arbitrarily decide to use different rules on every damn problem. The minute I think I see how it works, the next one proves me wrong.
I've really tried to ditch my math phobia this time around, and I thought I had. But just about the time we hit square roots, I felt my brain go 'Yeah, no' and start rejecting new information. I literally have a headache at the end of each class and study period. At the end of class last week I was so frustrated I almost broke into tears. I fell back on my 'don't try to understand it, just memorize it' strategy that worked so well for philosophy last semester, but it's an 8 week summer course and it's all zipping by too quickly for that.
The shit part is I have to take math every semester in order to get up to a level of proficiency where I can transfer to a university, so it's not like I'll even get a break in the fall. It's getting really damn difficult to remain optimistic about this, and I'm only in my second semester.
Well three things:
1) The SMC counseling center might be able to hook you up with a tutor.
2) I'd be happy to help you--I might be able to explain things better to you than professors who aren't interested in helping people in trouble. Just let me know.
3) The anti-spam phrase right now is "hhrnuuk" which is the sound I imagine you making while going into math convulsions.
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-- by
Kimberly, at
8/01/2006 7:47 PM